I offer my extradition envoy ten thousand years of magic power to help all loyal souls and save their souls.
If one of the three souls is missing, the path of this life will not be repeated in the next life.
As the scriptures fell, the human souls dissipated little by little.
I slowly jumped into the air, and a key appeared on my forehead.
I cannot change history, nor can I take the lead in salvation without trial, therefore.
God's punishment has come, locking up the memories of my disciples whom I met thousands of years ago. It also locked up the agreement between my disciple and me.
One hundred thousand loyal souls escorted Di Bing all the way to Huangquan.
Until all the souls were reincarnated, only Bing always lingered by the Wangchuan River.
Wait.
Wait for one person.
Wait for an appointment.
It turns out that person is himself.
This story is purely fictitious, please do not speculate...
Legend has it that people have three souls and seven souls, the seven souls dissolve with the body, and the three souls return to the three places...
I opened time and space for my disciple to return and search for his lost human soul. I accidentally fell into the Southern Song Dynasty. For my experience, please read... Article...
"When the protagonist of this article fell into the Southern Song Dynasty, he completely respected history and had no golden fingers. He just witnessed a period of history as a chamberlain. Those who like refreshing articles should be careful."
